About three hours after the bites, when the pain was just starting to subside, the afternoon turned magical. We stumbled upon a ginormous patch of Laetiporus sulphureus and we took almost all of it back with us in every bag and rucksack on hand.

They were without a doubt the best mushrooms I've ever eaten. I came home today after a bullshit day of procrastination and an ominously confusing physics review session and found a little stash in a paper bag at the bottom of my pack.
I immediately sauted them with garlic, olive oil, and onion and baby baby I am in heaven. I am eating them with some quinoa (so the mushrooms will last longer!) and I am genuinely considering becoming a wild mushroom forager in the future. This lucky stash found on ONE single trunk could very plausibly pay the rent for a month (if I didn't live alone in Manhattan) and what a fun way to make a living.
-Camille
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